The Fridge Beast

 

Today I stared straight into the eyes of the unknown and jumped head first into a project that had been ignored for apparently longer than I originally thought.  I decided to clean out my refrigerator.  I once worked in a profession where yucky and gooey was part of the regular daily goings on, where smells, and vial odors are all part of the job. Fortunately the mistake made by one of my supervisors made my nose a poor smeller of bad smells.  

The story goes, as part of my last job while employed by The United States Air Force, I would inspect and run tests on lifts stations, well heads, the base water and waste plants, and do all field testing of "Classified Stamp Here." flight line waste.  Any who, I was doing my duties and crossed the flight line on the air base.  The flight line includes the runway and taxiway.  Heading toward the main water pumping station called Hazen at Pease AFB.  Red light blinking and proper introductions and intentions made to the Tower I arrived at the well house.  Out of my little blue Ford I go and unlocked the door.  Two steps into the building  and I woke up in the base hospital with an O2 rig attached to my face with several lines sticking out of my arms.  My partner drug me out of the building and rushed me to the hospital ER.  Apparently my supervisor did not seal the Chlorine cylinder head correctly with a lead washer and Chlorine gas leaked all over the inside of the building.  The read claxon light and alarm was not functioning, so I had no warning.  Ever since then my sniffer has been off.  It works, just not like it did prior to the accident.  Any ways...

Today, I jumped head long into my fridge.  As I write this I'm still working on the project.  It's almost done, and the worst looking things are cleaned out, but man, I think I'll keep on top of that stuff from now on.  Now I know the true meaning of mystery meat and that if it growls when you poke it make sure it's dead before proceeding.  At heart I am a tad bit of a Klingon, just not into eating things I can't quite identify.  

So, All's good now and the beast is clean and ready to operate of it's fullest abilities.  So, take my advice, if your wife tells you something is off in the fridge even if you can't smell it, clean it.  No good ever came from creating a universe of mystery meats.  

Peace and Balance,

John

Caught Watching Chuck.

 

I decided to take an afternoon and clean my kitchen.  I know that should sound like a normal thing for folks to do, but when your life doesn't afford you extra time to do menial chores, little things like that get forgotten.  That's code for ignored.  Years later and discoveries are made.  Not quite the kind that you'd want to find, however a lesson was hidden in there somewhere. A sticky, smelly, unrecognizable lesson.  Now I just made myself sound terrible, and I am.

While I was doing my diligence I came into the big room to check on my dear wife.  She, uncharacteristically was watching old reruns of, "Walker Texas Ranger" on Roku.  I think she's got a thing for Chuck Norris.  I just don't have the heart to tell her that he's 83 years old now and half of his former self.  Admittedly Master Norris is still kicking ass at 83, a long term goal of mine being a old fashioned sort of Martial guy myself.  I've admired Chuck since I saw his first movie, "Good Guys Wear Black", and later watched video clips of his fighting and training techniques.  He is a true icon of the Martial Arts.

Like I said I found Mona watching, "Walker..."  I find this humorous.  She claims she put it on because I like Chuck, but I was in the other room cleaning the kitchen.  I do admit however, that I indeed enjoy, "Walker Texas Ranger" due to the old western cowboy appeal of "kick ass", and the old eastern Kung Fu appeal of "kick ass."  Sort of has a common theme there doesn't it?  

Kick Ass is at the heart of every red blooded American Kid, of which I am and will remain for a lifetime.  I refuse to let go of my childness.  After all, it's a hell of a lot of fun.  So for all who watch old Chuck Norris, like Mona and I, enjoy the old fashioned Kick Ass American programing you might see some real good old fashioned technique, and old Western entertainment.

After all, you know when Chuck Norris is in the jungle because all the tigers are hiding atop the trees. 

Peace and Balance,

John